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 April 31 or MAY DAY one

April 31 or MAY DAY one


April 31 or MAY DAY one April 31 or MAY DAY one
stick a forck in me eye am done a burnt toast on the run Back in the May Day when the eye was younger a tad pole a lad role they scared us with The Cold War Teaching fear to every eye HOlocaust was a Nuclear Weapon of Destruction the hate in me for law still comes from being busted trying to have funn we drank too many beers and wine and like any alcholic we drank liquor and we learned to use cheap drugs dont ask (gasp) most of my mental problems stem from the neck up to the head just from getting high we smoked a lot of grass and cursed the dealers a dime bag was only a nickle way back when May was young thirty pieces of Judas Silver bought ounces in a bag of three or four fingers even now they are only about the same forty five dollars it is the dealers game the thing is mostly stems and seeds go figure means go think about this April last May Day poem on the run Kruschev banged his shoe on the Podium jail food was no fun one sided sandwiches and a cold coffee made with stinking water done with Fluoride or Formaldehyde May Day is now happeneing just for all the readers and the minions on the first day of May CharlaX rested from his labors enjoy the NPM poems in Florida.



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